We Are Many Widening the Soul Further

I fall into empty space,
the dogs run ahead,
bravery settles over my capital city.

I walk on the frozen lake,
the inner content of the soul singing,
spreading pink over snow crystals.

I meet Martin Luther King,
we hug and he runs after the dogs,
yelling, “justice delayed is justice denied.”

I walk on the frozen lake,
silence and dead dreams being swallowed whole;
we are many widening the soul further.